#abby Anderson drabble

[abbyscherry]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❀ — CAFÉS & CROSSWORDS

🇵🇸 daily click | palestine masterpost | important tlou post

loser abby chokes on air, almost drops her pencil, and crossword book on the floor when she notices you walking into the small café that she’s always visiting, for the first time. a bright smile on your face that has her cheeks flushing crimson red under the dim lighting of the area she was sitting in, just because of how bright your smile was. her palms suddenly sweaty when you’re letting out a laugh. a laugh she wants to constantly hear. 

the turtle neck sweater suddenly feels too tight around her neck, her blush deepening when you’re turning around, still laughing with your friends, and your eyes slowly trail around until they’re landing on her. smiling softly when you spot her scrambling for her pen, looking away just as quick when she’s realising you had just caught her staring shamelessly. 

abby was quickly trying to act oblivious to your staring. if she could stare at you and blush whenever you find her looking, why can’t you stare and smirk when she catches you watching? but it was slightly harder for her because she could feel your eyes burning into the side of her face. almost like you were trying to knock her glasses off just by looking at her.

she had barely even realized you’d grabbed your drink, and made your way over to the selection of books on the shelf when abby turned around, without seeming too shy this time or hiding it better, to look for you. only pouting as a result when she couldn’t find you. had you left? why was she already wanting to fawn over you from a distance and never actually talk to you? was she scared? maybe. would she ever say anything to you unless you did? never. 

it was cute. cute watching her look for you and she barely even knew your name.

simply unaware you were standing behind her, finding the whole interaction more adorable with a smile on your face when she’s burying her face back into her book, or whatever it was that she was reading or doing. 

taking a few steps forward, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing. your interest peaking higher at the pretty blonde who suddenly gained your attention as you heard before you could see the pencil in her hand, tapping on the wooden table and a angry scoffed came from her.

your smile brightened a few seconds later at the simple realisation she liked to do puzzles, and was clearly seconds away from giving up.

“introgression” you finally spoke up after watching her struggle for an extra few minutes on writing and erasing the incorrect answer. 

the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, turning around on her chair quickly and regrettably knocking her knee on the table in the process when she found you, standing there with your head cocked to the side and chuckling. with a wince, she replied with a stammered, “what?” looking anywhere but at you.

“the answer to your crossword question. what is a 13-letter word meaning entrance? it’s introgression”

“oh”

“m’sorry, you’ve just been staring at it for a while” you chuckled, smiling down at her.

“it kinda slipped my mind i guess, but thank you” 

“you’re welcome” you giggled, fumbling with your bracelet. “do you do crosswords a lot?”

“uhm, sometimes? keeps my brain focused” abby nodded, nervously tucking a strand of loose hair behind her glasses, and pushing her glasses higher up on her nose. “s’tupid, i know”

“no, no. s’not stupid, it’s cute” you reassured her quickly, smirking at her sudden flushed cheeks. “i can help you finish it, if you’d like? no pressure, i just like crosswords too” 

“you uh, want to—”

“yes pretty girl, i want to crossword with you” 

“aren’t you busy?” 

“never too busy to talk to someone as handsome as you. oh and the crosswords too, obviously, i guess” 

abby couldn't stop blushing at your words while you placed your hot drink on the table, sitting down on the chair opposite her. “you’re definitely here for the puzzle” she giggled.

“and something else, but let’s finish this before we get to the details about our date, yeah?”

[whorefordina]

THIS IS VERRY ABBY CORE (can someone make drabble about this 🙏🏽🙏🏽)

[ourautumn86]

46-58

abby anderson x fem! reader

summary; abby loses her match, and when her frustration takes the best of her, she takes it out on you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, swearing, abby getting mad, harsh treatment, rough sex, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, clit slapping, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), multiple orgasms, degrading and praising, abby being really rough, breeding kink (😵‍💫), abby uses reader like a toy, hair pulling, making out, finger sucking, cum eating, squirting, use of pet names instead of y/n…

abby was losing. and abby hated losing.

24-39. a 15 point difference.

“fuck!” she hissed, sending the ball flying against a wall, making the other team wince in fear. and who wouldn’t. abby, with her 6,3ft and muscles could make anyone shake in their place.

“anderson!” her coach reprimanded her, and she huffed. you were worried about her. you could clearly see she was frustrated. but at the same time you couldn’t help the way her roughness made you feel. your thighs pressed against the other as you bit down on your lip as you felt your clit throb. why did this turn you on so badly?

you had come to her game to cheer for her, her sweater —with her name on the back— engulfing you and almost hiding your pink skirt. you loved the size difference in between the two of you.

you loved watching abby play, there was something about it, about the way she moved, that made it impossible for you to pull your eyes away from her. she was good. she was the captain for a reason and due to that she always took it personal when the match would go sideways even if it wasn’t her fault. she was too hard on herself.

“referee please!” she yelled, huffing when a player from the other team hit her and yet he didn’t count it as a foul. next time he did indeed called it was when abby did a blockage. “oh come on! are you fucking serious?! i didn’t touch her!” one of her teammates went to her, stopping her on her tracks. “fucking dick…” she muttered, shaking her head. you squirmed when she tossed the ball to the referee a little bit too harsh, winning a warning from her coach. but she was too good, he couldn’t risk to sit her on the bench.

“come on abs, don’t get frustrated, it’s alright.” one of her teammates tried to cheer her up, and then her eyes were on you. her beautiful blue eyes. you trembled.

there were 5 minutes left.

the time was flying by.

30-43

the crowd was roaring, cheering for their respective teams.

“come on abby…” you muttered. she was chugging water, her whole body and strong arms covered in shiny sweat.

she did her best to diminish the point difference, running from side to side of the court and scoring as many points as she could.

but sadly enough, despite her best efforts, they ended up losing.

46-58

the glowing red numbers were like a mock to her face.

she cursed, sitting on the bench with her head in between her hands. her coach made his best to not let it consume her, as so did her teammates, but she was blaming herself. and she was frustrated… furious.

you watched as both teams shook their hands congratulating each other for the game and took their things to leave.

you left the stairs and made your way down to meet with your girlfriend, who didn’t even look at you and simply started walking towards her car, having you following her behind like a lost sad puppy.

she didn’t say a word though the whole way back to your shared apartment, the silence and heavy atmosphere inside the car making your skin crawl.

you watch her muscled back as you made your way inside the apartment, abby harshly leaving her bag on the floor. she could feel her blood boiling, her hands shaking in adrenaline and rage.

“abby.” you called out for her, touching her shoulder, gently. but there was nothing gentle in the way she was now pressing you against the wall, both of your hands on the side of your face.

“shut the fuck up.” she growled, taking your lips in a rough kiss that had your lungs begging for air. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned, sucking on your neck, and you whined, feeling one of her legs push up in between your own and against your throbbing cunt. “you know what i need right now, isn’t that right, doll?” you nodded. “yeah, you do. so you’re gonna stay quiet and let me fuck you, hm?” you moaned, nodding once again, feeling heat pooling in between your legs, her voice was low, dangerous. and you couldn’t help but want to satisfy her, to make her feel better. “atta girl.” she went back to kissing you, one hand taking a hold on your wrists to push your hands over your head as the other came down to the seam of her hoodie, pushing it up just to discover that you were wearing nothing underneath. “well would you look at that… you were ready for it, huh?” she chuckled, her free hand pinching one of your nipples, making your back arch and a whimper fall from your lips. “wether i lose or win i was gonna fuck you anyways, so why bother… isn’t that right, doll?” she teased you, grinding her thigh against your clothed and aching cunt. “but we both know that you like it best when i lose, right? you get off by me being mean to you.” her lips latched to your neck, slowly making their way up to your ear. “my girl just needs me to be rough with her, huh?” you shivered, nodding, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. she was right. “fucking answer to me when i speak.” the hand that had been rolling your nipple harshly spanked one of your thighs, making your skin burn and you let out a needy moan.

“yes, abby.” she hummed.

“good girl. now, why don’t you go wait for me in our bed, hm? and take off your clothes, want to see you spread and open for me once i get there.” you nodded, and she let go of your wrists.

you followed her command, getting to your bedroom as you heard the faucet of the bathroom opening. she had probably gone to clean her hands. you quickly got rid of your clothes, letting them aside on the floor before getting in bed, your back against the duvet and your legs spread for her to see your now drooling cunt. you wanted nothing more than to reach out in between them and touch yourself, get some relief. but you knew better. you knew abby wouldn’t like that, so you sat there, waiting for her to come to you.

she didn’t take long.

when she came back she was on her underwear and sports bra. muscles on display and pumped due to the recent exercise. you were drooling.

“look at you.” she shook her head, her eyes on your pretty cunt. her pretty cunt. “open up for me, darling, let me see you.” she said, and you blushed, letting one of your hands trail down in between your thighs, your index and middle finger making contact with your folds to spread them and show your twitching entrance to her. she groaned. “so fucking pretty.” you moaned. “and so wet… you’re soaked, princess. all that ‘cause i’m mean to you? you’re a slut.” your thighs shook at the name, your clit throbbed, awaiting to be touched. “you like it when i take it out on you, baby? when i use you like a little toy?” you nodded, making her need to fuck you bigger. “of course you do. ‘cause that’s all you are, my pretty little toy.” you watched as she made her way to the bed, abs flexing, strong thighs spreading. your back arched when her fingers met your exposed and open pussy, a whimper ripping your throat when she slapped your clit. “you just can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she suddenly and harshly pushed two of her thick fingers inside your tight walls. “sucking my fingers right in like the whore you are.”

“abby…!” you whined as she started to fuck them in and out of you. they slid so easily. you were so wet for her. it was embarrassing, how much control she had over you.

“haven’t even started fucking you yet and look at how drenched you are.“ you moaned, your hips rutting against her touch, making her chuckle. “so desperate…”

“please, abby, please… fuck me, please.” you begged.

“want me to fuck you baby? want me to use you?” she inquired and you nodded.

“yes, please. use me. use me.” you pleaded, eyes tearing up. you needed her so badly it hurt. you were so turned on…

she took her fingers out of you, looking at how they shone with your slick before pushing them inside her mouth to taste you. you whimpered as she hummed.

“get on your knees baby, ass up.” she ordered, and you followed, laying with your tummy down against the sheets and your knees holding your ass up, your back arched as your chest rested against the mattress. you knew this was how she liked to have you, with both your holes showing. she relished on your muffled moans and cries against the pillows, how you’d hold the sheets in between your hands for support as she pounded her cock inside of you.

she put on the strap, buckling it around her hips as she stared at your drooling pussy, slick now pooling on your thighs in droplets. she groaned. she couldn’t wait to have you creaming her dick. it was big. around the 7 inches, and purple, with ridges and a great girth.

you gasped when you felt the tip tease your folds, bumping against your clit. abby was using your arousal to lube herself up. you could feel your cheeks burning at the sound of your slick folds engulfing her tip, the neediness of your twitching hole to be filled and fucked.

one of her hands took your hip as the other guided the strap to your hole, pushing in in a harsh and quick sudden thrust that had you gripping the sheets and screaming. “thaat’s it. fucking take it.” your breath got punched out of your lungs as she started to fuck you open on it, hitting your g spot with every snap of her hips. “be a good doll and sit pretty for me while i fuck you, hm?” you moaned, feeling your walls squeezing the silicone and sucking it in. her pace quickened, harshly fucking into you as she grunted. your moans were getting cut by each thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to stay up on your legs, although you couldn’t. that’s why abby was there for, grabbing your hips with such strength that will leave the marks of her fingertips on your skin. “fucking shit. pussy so good taking my cock. look at it. fucked open and drooling for more.” you whimpered, your tits bouncing and hardened nipples brushing against the sheets, making your mind feel fuzzy.

you were a babbling and moaning mess, begging for more, pleading for her to take her anger out on you, to fuck you harder, faster.

she groaned, pistoning into you until you were nothing but a body for her to let her frustrations out on. shit. she was fucking your brains out. one of her hands gripped your hair, pushing you against the sheets to keep you in place, abusing you g spot over and over and over again.

“abby!” you screamed, your walls squeezing shut around her cock, your orgasm building up on your lower stomach.

“that’s it baby. louder. let me hear you. who’s cock are you taking, hm? whose pussy is this, huh?” she inquired, and when she didn’t hear and answer she spanked you, making your body jolt.

“yours!!”

“fucking right.” she growled.

“gonna cum!” you cried out.

“yeah? you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream my cock? gonna drip for me?” you nodded. “of course you are. now be good for me and let me have it. let me see you fall apart.”

she didn’t have to ask twice, your orgasm hitting and drowning you like a tidal wave, making your world turn white and your ears ring as your moans became louder and louder.

abby fucked you through it, never backing down and keeping the same intensity, what made your orgasm last what seemed like ages. and when you thought it would die down it just kept growing.

“abby, i’m gonna cum again, i’m gonna, oh fuck!” you cried out, feeling it turn into something else. your thighs soaking wet in your squirt as your back arched, her cock sliding in and out of your pussy so easily…

abby groaned, the back of the strap rubbing her clit in just the perfect way.

“there it is…” she muttered, relishing on the sight, on the sound of the splashing of your juices against her hips and strap. “pussy feeling so good is crying for me.” you took it. took her anger, her frustration… but it was…

“too much! too much!” you begged, one of your hands scratching at her abs as she kept fucking you, but it didn’t stop her, the hand that pressed your head down taking both of your wrists behind your back to pull from you and on her dick. you screamed, feeling her on your cervix, and squirting non stop.

“fucking take it. stop being a fucking baby and take it.” she grunted, feeling her orgasm approaching. “gonna cum so hard. gonna fill you up, princess, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy of yours. gonna leave you dripping for a week, doll.” you whimpered.

“yes, please, cum inside, cum inside! want your cum please, abby please…” you pleaded. and that’s what made it for her.

“look at you. completely cock drunk... yeah? you want it? then take it. fuck. fucking take it.” she groaned, harshly and quickly fucking into you as she hit her peak, watching you squirt like crazy as she came and soaked her boxers. she fucked the two of you through it. by the time she was finished the sheets completely soaked.

she let go of you, your cunt trying to still suck her in, making you whine as she pulled out of you and let go of your wrists, making you fall against the sheets. you were breathless, boneless. she had fucked you completely dumb. your whole body was shaking in exhaustion and the high of your orgasms.

your cum was coating the base of her strap in a white ring, and your cunt shone under the lights of your bedroom, puffy folds reddish and swollen due to her abuse.

it was needless to say that abby wasn’t angry anymore.

-

a/n; reader is me while my crush got frustrated playing today 😫🤭

[seattlesellie]

dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.

cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish? : ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner" Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.

You felt consumed.

You didn’t know why.

Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,

but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.

She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.

You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.

Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.

So you lied.

“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.

“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”

"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.

Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.

“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”

You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.

“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"

You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.

“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.

"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"

So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.

Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”

Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”

You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.

But she did.

You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.

Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.

it also made her long for yours.

Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.

It was tight everywhere all over again.

So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.

And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,

you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.

Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.

You sighed.

Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.

“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”

You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.

Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —

And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.

And oh god did you want to die.

And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.

You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.

“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.

“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?

You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”

Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.

“She's not a kid, remember?”

Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.

“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscly chest.

You gulped.

“Huh?”

Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.

“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, take a girl out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”

You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.

She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"

Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.

“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,

“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”

[brunetttebaby]

abby finding out about ur hand/arm kink (a lil self indulgent but🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️) very smutty

she started to notice your gaze drifting to her muscular arms and pretty hands, a few times. maybe it was just a coincidence, she thought to herself. surely if you liked something like that, she’d know about it by now?

wrong. it was a secret to be kept, but evidently not well. when you two cuddle you grab her hand, commenting how much smaller yours is, and how big hers are. it was suspicious, but she let it go.

she only realized when she was fucking you, your legs shaking. shoving two fingers down your throat seemed to make you not only cum faster, but completely gush around her cock.

“shit, squeezing around me so hard. what if i…” she paused, flipping you onto your stomach, her cock still deep inside you. “abs, what’re you-!!” she began to pound you, a hand wrapping around your throat, the other holding your hip.

“don’t act so shocked, princess. i know how long you’ve wanted my hands around your throat.” she lowered to whisper in your ear, a warmth filling your cheeks.

“cmon baby, want you to cum around my cock. wanna feel that pussy gush f’me.”

god, her voice alone drove you crazy. “fuck!! abs, i!!” you cried out, biting on your bottom lip to try and keep the noises to a minimum.

but she wouldn’t slow. “that’s it, baby,” she cooed, her breath brushing against your ear. “you can do it. use that pretty dumb little head of yours.”

a/n; i think my ellie fic was a flop but it’s okay🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️sub ellie isn’t common anyways. hope yall enjoy this a little more🫶🏽

[sweetercalypso]

༘⋆ abby masterlist 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ tlou masterlist ˎˊ˗

Sleepy sex with Abby where she’s too tired to keep going but she’s determined to make you come.

Maybe she’s finally home after a long patrol assignment, or maybe she just had a late session at the gym. The reason doesn’t matter – Abby missed you and she wants to convey that message the best way she knows how.

She’s too out of it to string together her usual drill of dirty talk. All she can do is moan and grunt into your pussy like she’s drunk off your taste. Her eyes slip shut and the tip of her nose drags over your clit when she drifts off, cheek pressing against your thigh before she startles awake and flattens her tongue over your cunt again.

“mmph,” she digs her fingers into your hips, holding you still to compensate for her faltering pace.

You squirm in her grip to chase that fleeting feeling on your own, but Abby’s hold doesn’t let up. She blinks away the sleepy weight on her features and doubles her efforts, circling her tongue over your clit with an eager pressure that quickly rekindles the heat simmering in your chest.

Your legs tense from the sudden stimulation, but Abby’s hands shift to grab under your knees before you can push her away.

“Stay still sweetheart,” she rasps, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses over the insides of your thighs. “M’not done with you yet.”

[abbysbunny]

mean!abby drabble 💌

warnings: strap ons (r!receiving) mean!abby

notes: more smut😣

'shut the fuck up!' she whisper yelled, ' do you want the neighbors to hear you? do you want them to know how much of a slut you are? huh?' the sound of skin slapping filled the room

'n-no, I don't' you whined, 'thats..' slam 'what...' slam 'i fuckin...' slam 'thought', you covered your mouth with your hand as your eyes rolled back . she continued with her ruthless pace, 'you're so fucking wet, can you hear your pussy? or are you being too fucking loud', 'm'sorry I'll shut up' you said through moans

'yeahh that's right' she snaked her hand into your hair, she pulled on your locks while slamming into you, 'fuck abs' you squealed . you tried to continue to keep your moans in but her cock was deep inside you, ruthlessly pounding into your cervix, 'abs m'gonna cum' she grabbed your waist and stopped her movement

'abby no please, i-i I was good' she snickered and rolled her eyes, 'i told you to shut up and you didn't' she started to rut her cock into you again, ' maybe this time try not talking'

[beforeimdeceased]

idk... Abby slamming you against the wall cus you were being bratty

༘˚⋆ 🐇｡⋆࿐.˚ abby slamming you anywhere will make you wanna shit your pants cause have you seen those muscles? like actually omg can you imagine pushing her to the point where she has to slam you against something…

you’d probably been working her nerves all day. you don’t know where you want to go to eat. you hate how there’s so many people at the mall. your legs hurt and you’re tired of running all these errands. the food at this place sucks. the waiter is flirting with abby and it’s pissing you off. she kicked your feet under the table. (she didn’t) she parked too far and now you have to walk alllll the way back to the car, ugh!

she’ll smile. tap her fingers against the steering wheel and try her best to accommodate you. whisper a tired, “i know baby, i know.” but you keep complaining. your negativity is clouding the perfect day out she had planned. then, when you finally get into the house, you can’t even get out “i hate this-“ before she’s grabbed you by the chin and pushed you up against the wall.

“the next thing that comes out of your mouth better be fucking positive.”

and your face is fixed into a devious smile as you choke out the words. “fucking positive.”

(you’re getting your bratty brains fucked out tonight.)

[massacredkitty]

PLEEEAASEEEE WRITE ABBY EATING READER OUT THROUGH THE PANTIES 🙏🙏

abby anderson x fem!reader .. nsfw ౨ৎ

"abby... do it properly..."

she hums against you as you whine, toying with the small bow at the waistline of your soaked panties. you feel as though youre on the brink of pure insanity, clenching around nothing and pushing your hips up into her face

her tongue slides all over the seat of your underwear so much that its almost sheer, completely soaking and ruining the fabric

you dont get a reply, but a part of you already knew it was unlikely. you could cry and plead until your throat went dry but abby still wouldnt give you what you wanted

her arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you further down the bed and closer to her face. you were like her drug, a personal brand of heroin that she couldnt get enough of

she pulls back a little, pressing her thumb against the cloth and almost drooling at how a mixture of her saliva and your arousal seeping through and sliding down her thumb. "abs..."

her thumb moves down and pushes into you, the barrier of your soaked underwear blocking her from being fully inside you. "enough. be patient."

short sry <3

[atomicami]

doing another bfm abby drabble because i said so…inspired by this twitter video (18+ minors DNI)

okay so imagine spending the night with boyfriend’s mom!abby at her house and she decides to use a toy on you for the first time…but not only that, she would also be just a little more dominant with you too.

you’d be sitting on the edge of her bed, in that same exact spot where she ate you out not that long ago without her son knowing, watching her rummage through her bedside drawer and picking out a hot pink wand to use on you.

she’d then approach back to where you were and kneel down in front of you. you’d instantly spread your legs out, revealing your wet pussy to her. you hear the clicking sound of the wand, followed by a buzzing noise, and she immediately places it right over your clit to start you off.

it’d be less than 30 seconds with that wand on your pussy and your legs would already be trembling. you want to close them so bad, but the sensation of the wand feels so good that you just can’t do it. it then becomes more difficult once abby increases the setting. more moans and whines escape from your mouth as you squirm on the edge of the bed.

you hear her call out your name, and you try to focus your attention on her. “do you like it, sweetheart?” she asks, receiving a whiny nod from you in response. abby then begins to vertically rub the wand in between your puffy folds, spreading your arousal all over your pussy as she continues to talk to you. “why don’t you tell me how much you like it? do you like it?”

“y-yeah…”

“how much?”

“a lot…”

“good girl.”

abby increases the setting again, and you start to lose the sense to even form a coherent sentence, now letting out a bunch of babbles and whines to her. the stimulation feels too intense on your clit, giving you the need to grab the wand out of her hands. abby notices and moves the wand away from you, now pressing it harder down onto your clit as punishment. “keep your hands to yourself…” she warns.

you ball your hands up into fists, whining in frustration as you try to hold back. as much as you were trying to resist it, the fact that abby was increasing the pressure bit by bit was making it more difficult for you. “ah, f-fuck…” you whine out, your hands peeking out in between your legs to try to grab at the wand again. once again, abby looks up at you and moves the wand away before giving you a final warning:

“i said keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart…or i might not let you cum at all tonight.”

so yeah anyways…bfm abby supremacy 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[girlrotterr]

pussydrunk.

abby x fem!reader a/n: a drabble bc ovulation is no joke..🏃‍♀️💨

You found yourself sinking into the plush cotton pillows, the very ones that usually cradle your head in peaceful slumber. But now, they serve a different purpose, muffling your moans and whines. Waves of heat surge throughout your body, every sensation a blur of ecstasy.

Abby's hands tighten their grip on your thighs, her soft groans igniting heat against your cunt. Positioned on your stomach, your back arches, making your spine gracefully curve. a tempting offering for her. 

With Abby positioned below you, her face is buried in between your legs. She suddenly stops, a hint of disappointment flickers across your face, your teeth gently sinking into your lower lip.

"mmm..." She murmured huskily, her finger tracing a path along your slit, her gaze so undeniably hungry. She slapped her fingertip against your hole, the sensation sending electric pulses through your core.

"nghh..”  you whimpered, your hips instinctively rocking against the warmth of her touch.

"that feel good, baby?" she mumbled, her eyes locked on the way your hole pulsated. 

"yesyesyes!" you moaned in response, feeling the pressure of her finger teasingly slide into you.

"Fuckk, give it to me, baby," she demanded,  her tone desperate and eager. 

You hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering yourself onto Abby's awaiting mouth,

"Mhmm..." Abby gripped your ass firmly, guiding your hips down with a force that made your pussy slam against her lips. Every movement, each bounce against her face, filled the room with sounds of your slick meeting her mouth. 

"I can't get enough of you," she murmured between licks and kisses. With every flick of her tongue and gentle suck,  you drew out moans of pleasure. Each sensation building upon the last.

Your hand reached under, tangling in Abby's hair, urging her closer, deeper. Her movements became more urgent as she sought to satisfy both her hunger and yours. 

"c-can't get... fucking enough," She grumbled, her voice husky with frustration as she released a low groan. Abby was immensely frustrated at how completely pussydrunk she became. "You fucking make me this way..”

[abbyscherry]

ㅤㅤㅤ— 🎀 cockwarming lawyer!abby 𐚁 18+

ㅤdaily click | palestine masterpost | important tlou post

she’s tried so hard to focus on her work. focus mainly and solely on a new case— a case that she has wanted for months, and has finally been given the all go to take it. have at it. make it hers. but she made the mistake of working on it with you at home. she can smell your fruity perfume from here. the perfume she could spend hours smelling on your neck when she’s kissing and biting you there. can practically taste the cherry chapstick on your lips. the same one you’ve always used. she still remembers the first time you kissed and refused to let you change it. you didn’t have work today, so it was your lazy day. lounging around the apartment. catching up on your TV shows. making a new dish you had seen in your cookbook later than evening, if you wished to.

“baby?”

you hummed from the living room— or you said something, she wasn’t really sure. she sure as hell wasn’t paying any attention if you had spoken, abby was more focused on the way you licked your fingers after each strawberry you picked up from the container, and ate it. moaning at the taste. moans that always had her head spinning, no matter what the occasion was.

“can you come here? please?” god was she actually already begging? yes. did she care? apparently not. she just needed to feel you. hold you. hell, even look at you.

unbuttoning her suit jacket like she had suddenly gotten hit with a massive heat wave just from watching you, abby heaved out a quiet sigh, and leaned back in her chair. just in time to spot you walking over to her. smiling mischievously and finishing the last strawberry.

“what’s up?” came your soft voice. fingers threading through her soft blonde hair, nails scratching comfortingly at her scalp. your body melted into her touch when she’s wrapping her arms around your legs, and pulling you into her lap. your lips parting quickly with a gasp when you can feel the strap in her pants, that she always insisted on wearing just in case, against your cunt. “abs—” 

“need to feel you” was she drunk? “please. just—” god she was so weak for you. so weak for everything and anything you did that she would do anything for you. “let me feel you” she murmured, her blue— hooded eyes meeting your slightly wide yet sparkling ones and she couldn’t keep her hands in one place when you smiled down at her. 

“wouldn’t that be distracting for you, Miss Anderson?” you truly were a tease, weren’t you?

“don’t care, need to feel you” was all she said, lustfully. horny. 

her eyes watched you like a hawk. like she always did really. she never wanted to miss anything. first they trailed over the slice of your nose, to the way your lips twitched, almost into a smile at her eagerness of needing you. to your soft eyes that looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

god you were truly such a beauty. 

if she had spent any more time looking at your face, she would have missed the way you climbed off her lap, grinned at the way she bites down on her lip when you looped your fingers into the thin material of your panties and pulled them down, still maintaining eye contact. you were aware of how much that drove her crazy. “are you sure this won’t distract you? you could never really focus on anything else when i would sit on your cock, baby” you lifted your shoulders up in a small shrug, biting back a smirk when all abby did was scoff. “okay well, don’t blame me if you get none of your work done” 

abby rolled her eyes, and threw her head back slightly. the action had her completely missing you kicking your panties— oblivious to the wet patch on them, to the side, but she didn’t miss the way your fingers fumbled with her belt. the sight was enough to always have her losing all remaining cool. especially when you’d sit on your knees, giggle and wink up at her. 

her breath hitched in her throat when you climbed back on her onto her lap. the shirt you were wearing— most probably hers, rolled up just slightly and her hands quickly found home on your thighs, stroking your skin with her thumbs slowly. “just—”

“abigail, if you tell me how to sit on your cock, i will get dressed, go out for dinner alone and leave you here to finish your work” you warned, squinting your eyes down at her.

“right, m’sorry” the blonde nodding, a blush coating the apples of her cheeks at your words. what the fuck was going on? how is she the one that’s shy right now?

those blue eyes flicker to your face when you’re placing one of your hands on her broad shoulders, and for a second abby can’t fucking breathe when she turns her head slightly at the perfect time to find you dribbling a thick glob of spit on the tip of the silicone, giggling under your breath and using your other hand to spread it around. “fuck” her voice suddenly breaking the longer she watched.

her hands were quick to sit higher on your hips, while one of yours gripped her shoulder tightly when you’re running the tip of the silicone through your folds, lips parting with soft gasps, and all abby can do is just fucking stare. watch you rub it back and forth a few times, nudging it against your hole before you chuckle, your eyes flicking up to hers. you were teasing her. you knew how much she loved to see you sinking down on her cock, and you weren’t giving her what she has wanted since she got home.

“sorry, baby. you just look really cute when you’re flustered and impatient” you giggled, placing a kiss right between the crease of her eyebrows, and sinking on her strap slowly. sucking in deep breaths at the stretch. 

you were going to be the death of her one day.

your face was hot, forehead already starting to trickle with sweat when she whispered soft ‘it’s okay’ and ‘take your time’ into your ear. her bigger hands ran up and down your thighs, squeezing at your skin gently, and feathered kisses up and down your neck. as much as she needed to just to feel you close, she never rushed you.  you were right about one thing though, was she going to be able to focus? 

she was going to have to trust her gut and just take one for the team.

you, on the other hand, were not focused at all. not with how she was shifting around in her fucking chair, her hips accidentally jolting upwards and you were biting down on your lip harshly when the silicone slipped deeper, nudging against your walls. the true question was how were you going to sit here, snuggly keeping her cock warm for the remaining time she had on her work without a single piece of attention? 

just as she had went to pick up her pen for the 100th time today, abby clenched her jaw tightly at the sudden whines coming from you. you were trying so hard to bury your face in her neck and keep them muffled by her skin, but it was failing miserably. “baby, i know—” she murmured, tightening her arm around your waist. “just want you close. need to feel you. haven’t been this close to you in weeks. and m’sorry—”

you weren’t making this any easier on her, not with the way you were slowly moving around on her lap, and it’s like she can fucking feel you. the point of the pen hasn’t even hit the paper yet and she’s wanting nothing more than to push all her work onto the floor and make you cum as many times as you want. the way her arm was holding onto you had your brain cloudly, already drunk on the heavy feeling of the pine body wash she had used this morning. “abs—” you whimpered, tightening your arms around her neck, slowly rocking your hips back and forth, and letting out quiet gasped breaths with each movement.

the way you said her name had her reeling, brain going into overdrive, and grip tightening on your body. she didn’t understand why she thought this idea would work. having you in her lap, sitting on her cock, looking pretty, and waiting patiently for her to be done, would be the best idea but she just missed you so much. sure, you were in the same home as her, but to her, you felt so far away on that couch and she needed you so close that not even a sheet of paper would fit between you both.

she turns her head and presses a kiss on your cheek, hips bucking up when she’s trying to get a little more comfortable, and she gritted her teeth when you abruptly nipped and bit at her neck, warning her. your fingers still thread through her hair, tugging and pulling at random strands, trying to distract yourself— though that wasn’t helping her, for even 30 minutes give or take. already wanting nothing more than her to be done, or at least give your attention some clit. but she wasn’t even doing that. “abby, please—”

“i promise i will be done soon, and you will have all my attention, okay?” she tried to compromise, key word try— she was trying not to grind her hips up into you, and fuck you like you deserve each time you let out a whimper next to her ear, but she was regretting this entire thing. having your pretty girlfriend warming your cock while trying to work wasn’t ever going to end in a good way until you were done with what you were doing. “i need you here, please— just for a while, and i promise i will give you whatever you want” she pleaded, screwing her eyes shut tightly when you’re shifting around on her lap, the back of the strap rubbing her clit.

her words went in one ear and right out the other. you could barely focus on the way her lips moved, let alone focus on what she was saying. you were only thinking about how deep she was, how perfectly the silicone filled you up. you were soaked, no doubt about it, you were sure you were dripping onto her pants, but if you were, neither you or abby mentioned it.

the pen was moving quickly against the paper, finally gained enough composure to start writing— jesus christ, has it only been a few minutes since she asked you over here? a few minutes that you’ve been snuggly sitting on her cock? god. abby was biting back her smirks and stifling back subtle laughs when you suddenly let a out a high-pitched whine, the hand she had on your waist had moved, and slipped under her shirt and gripped one of your tits in her huge hands. pinching, pulling, and rolling your hardened nipples between her fingers. 

“you’re doing so good, baby. just sit here looking all pretty for me for a little longer” she mumbled, slowly grinding her hips up, blue eyes flickering up to your face and found your eyes fluttering closed and sinking your teeth into your lower lip. you were already so far gone that you barely registered the huge grin on her fucking face. “just keep my cock warm, and you can have whatever you want when i’m done filling this report. I’ll fill you up so good tonight for being a good girl, my good girl, okay?” was she taunting you? moving her hips so slowly, grinding up into you just to tease you, warn you of what was coming later when you finally had all her attention?

“m’your good girl” you nodded, pressing your head against her shoulder. drunk and delirious on her. her sweet yet deep and raspy voice. her pine-scented body wash. her hand on your tits, switching between the two so the other wasn’t left out. everything about her, and everything she was doing— fuck, she was only talking to you and lightly touching you, but it was enough to have more slick pooling between your legs and your body melting more into her chest. “m’your good girl” you repeated, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

“you are, baby” the blonde hummed, eyebrow quirking up, watching the way you’re slipping your hand down to between your legs, gasping into her neck when your fingers find your clit. whining in protest when abby’s quick to remove her hand from one of your tits just to grab your hand and pin your arm behind your back. “be my good girl, yeah?” she growled, clenching her jaw tightly. 

“i need—”

“i know what you need, and i will give it to you when i am finished. don’t make me shove your panties into your mouth to get you to behave, baby. although, i can’t do that, you’d fucking love that too much” she’s scoffing, tutting under her breath, and grinding her teeth together when you’re moving your hips again. 

you’re lifting your head from her shoulder when her fingers grip your chin between them lightly, smirking at the sight of your tongue running over your lips, slowly running it over her thumb. and she sucks in a deep breath when you’re wrapping your lips around her thumb, pulling it onto your mouth and sucking greedily. “yeah, there you go, baby” she nodded, jaw slack and eyes wide. “imagine it’s my cock, and let me finish up here then you can get the real thing” 

still kinda rusty, idk how to feel about this but i missed lawyer!abby 🤍🎀

[elsfairy]

here's a thought for you, Abby groping your tits. im a whore for her 🤫

I’m a whore for her too, don’t worry

At first, you didn’t really make a big deal out of it, you just assumed or guessed it was because she was tired after long patrols and that seeking comfort from you was something she was known to do. You kept her grounded and being able to hold you after a stressful day, was enough for her and to ease her mind. The first time it had happened was when she had just come home from being gone for a full 4 days. Her body was achy, her hair was more of a mess than an actual braid, and the dark circles under her eyes were darker than the bruise you had on your knee when trying to get something off a high shelf. And when she came home, to find you cleaning up and making the bedroom look somewhat presentable in the blonde’s absence, her first instinct— her only instinct when it came to being away from you for so long, was to come up behind you, wrap her arms around your waist and bury her face in your neck. You always smelt like flowers and home. Her home. “Missed you” she mumbled tiredly, stroking your stomach with her fingers, ever so slightly those hands moving upwards slowly after a few seconds, resting just under your tits. Although your brain was short-circuiting, you would gladly let her rest her cold but gentle hands on any part of your body.

“Abs, what’cha doing?”

“Me? nothing, baby”

It wasn’t nothing, because as the nights passed, she was doing it a lot more. It was a routine to her, come home from patrol, drop her bag onto the floor, walk around your shared apartment, looking in every spot just to find you, and when she does— in the kitchen, swaying your hips to a soft tune that she hadn’t hurt before, and cooking whatever it was that you were in the mood for, she couldn’t stop herself from marching towards you, wrapping both her arms around you, like every other time but this time, her hands going straight towards your tits, squeezing just enough to pull those little whines she loves to hear so much from you. She loved the feeling of you. The feeling of your tits in her hands whenever she had the chance was something that comforted her but also made her want you and she adored the feeling of your hard nipples against her rough fingers, pinching and teasing them at any given moment.

It’s the whispered ‘i love you’s’ and ‘i miss you’s’ and kisses on your neck that have you leaning back into her touch more, the food now untouched before you as she continues squeezing at your tits, pressing harder into you, just embracing all of you.

Your knees felt weak, almost buckling under you— you were in pure bliss from the touch she already had on you that feeling one of her hands move away wasn’t something you were aware of— until it slipped between your legs, cupping your now soaked cunt— that smirk, you could feel it without having to see it. You were always weak to her, and she knew it. “please baby, missed you this week, let me have you, hm? I promise i’ll take good care of you”

[livelaughloveelliewilliams]

me if daydreaming about abby and ellie throwing me around like a rag doll was a crime <3

[ourautumn86]

okay so imagine bondage with ellie or abby. just… god.

tie me up

abby anderson x fem reader!

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!!, bondage, masturbation (abby), lots begging, praising, teasing, face riding, oral sex (abby receiving), cum eating, fingering (reader), multiple orgasms, strap on sex (reader receiving), feral rough sex, dirty talking, strap referred as abby’s cock, hair pulling…

okay but how abby would get off by having you open and ready for her unable to move a single muscle?

you’d be on your shared bed, legs open yet ankles tied to the side of it, just like your hands, over your head. you were unable to even get some friction, some relief for your aching and throbbing leaking cunt.

“you look so pretty baby…” abby grunted, sitting on a chair in front of you, staring at your exposed and flushed body. your hair was softly laying on the pillows, your chest rising and lowering heavily, making your tits bounce, perky swollen nipples due to her prior sucking and playing shining in spit. she was naked as well, strong thighs spread as one of her hands touched her drooling pussy. her fingers dipped in her soaked folds, fingertips teasing her clit. “pussy so wet and ready for me. she’s dripping. can’t wait to fuck all your cum outta you. gonna look so good on my cock, gonna fill you up so nice and slow…”

“fuck, abby please…” you couldn’t drift your eyes away from her. you were aching to be touched, dying to be fucked. you wanted to feel her, taste her. “need you. need you please.”

“yeah? you need me baby? tell me what you need.” she ordered and you whimpered.

“need to taste you.” you breathed out. “can you sit on my face? please, sit on my face abby, please…”

“you want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? want me to make a mess outta you?” you nodded, biting down on your lip. “such good manners, asking for what you want so nicely… i might just give it to you.” your eyes shone as she got up. you stared at her toned abdomen, at her little and perky tits and broad shoulders. her blonde mound hid the slick that now drenched her thighs, the thighs that were now slowly straddling you, creeping up your body to lay at each side of your face.

you opened your mouth for her when she pressed her thumb on your bottom lip, sucking it and swirling your tongue around it. you moaned when your eyes met her drooling folds, her little throbbing and puffy clit. you wanted to devour her. your hands tried and grab her, push her down onto your mouth, only to tug against your restrains. “speak up doll. use your words.”

“sit.” you pleadingly whimpered once she had pulled her thumb out.

“pull your tongue out for me baby, get ready for it.” you followed, showing her your tongue, making her grunt at the sight. “so fucking needy…” she then finally lowered herself onto your mouth, your tongue slotting in between her pink folds. you moaned at the taste, and her at the feeling, one of her hands gripping the head board of the bed and the other lacing in your hair to tug. “oh shit just like that, eat my pussy baby.” she didn’t have to ask. you were starving for her, lapping at her slick as if it were water in the desert. “fuuuuck.” she moaned at your eagerness, slowly rocking herself against your tongue, making you hum as you sucked on her clit.

your hands tugged once again against the restrains. you needed to touch her. but you couldn’t. and somehow, it just turned you on so much… the pain of being so close yet unable to put your hands on her thick thighs, your fingers plugged deep inside on her wet and warm cunt…

you whined, your hips bucking against the air in need of some friction. you could feel the sheets dampening under you, soaked through.

your tongue pushed inside her as she humped your mouth, fucking herself on your tongue, groaning.

you were pussy drunk, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you slurped on her juices and mouthed ay her folds. she looked at you, so turned on by how you were eating her out… she loved it when you’d get like this.

you suckled on her clit, using your tongue to flick it and hearing abby moan. “fuck. i’m close princess.” you increased the pace, flattening it for her to ride it, her thrusts against your mouth getting harsher and her thighs shaking as her orgasm rapidly grew. it didn’t take long for her to gush all over your face, grunts and moans leaving her lips as she rode it on your tongue. you let her, moaning at the salty cum filling your mouth, drinking everything she’d give you. “so good…” she sighed, abs flexing and thighs shaky as she finally stood up on her knees, looking at your messy and fucked out state. “look at you. already so fucked out and i haven’t even dicked you down yet…” she smirked, leaving her position on top of you, positioning herself in between her legs, her blue eyes on your pussy as she licked her lips. “ate me out so well, baby… i think you need a reward, don’t you think?” your back arched when her fingers dipped in between your folds. “so sensitive.” you moaned. it felt so fucking intense you swore just by a mere touch you could cum. “so wet…” your cheeks flushed at the slick sounds your pussy made as her fingers dragged in between your folds.

you whimpered, your hips rutting against her touch, needing more. she complied, easily pushing two of her fingers inside of your cunt and curling them to hit your g spot. you couldn’t help it. before you knew you were cumming on them with a pornographic and loud moan. abby’s eyes widened, feeling your walls clench and convulse around her fingers, thighs shaking and back arching. she didn’t have words. “did you just…?” you were panting as your climax died down, hearing abby grunt before she was ramming her fingers inside you once again. you screamed. “fuck. cumming just by a little touch… you really enjoy this don’t you? being all tied up for me, sitting pretty like a little doll for me to use...” you nodded, bitting your lip.

“yes, yes, fuck, yes!”

abby relished on how your pussy squelches as she thrusted her fingers harshly into you, tits bouncing and moans spilling from your lips.

“abby. need you. need your cock, please…” you begged, stuttering, crying. you were a mess for her. you were her mess.

“yeah? you want my cock, princess? want me to split you open?” you whimpered, and nodded once again, crying once she pulled her fingers out of you to grab her strap and buckle it around her hips. she hushed you. “feeling empty, baby? don’t worry. i’m gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me for a whole week, gonna break you, mold you to my cock so good…” you cried out when you felt the tip prodding against your entrance, your legs and arms pulling at the restrains when she plunged inside with a grunt. all breath left your lungs, feeling so full it almost hurt. but it hurt so good. “thaaats it. fucking take it.” she watched as your lips stretched around the silicone as she slowly moved her hips, thrusting inside once again, nice and deep. this pace didn’t last though. it didn’t take long before she was ramming into you like an animal, fucking your brains out. the squelches of your pussy taking her drove her feral, her hands harshly gripping your hips, leaving marks. her eyes met the bulge on your lower stomach, and she pressed against it, making your vision turn white and your back arch with a scream. “you feel that? feel how deep i am inside you baby?”

“abby, i’m gonna cum!” you cried, tears spilling down your cheeks and neck, wrists hurting for fighting against the rope.

“yeah that’s right. cum for me. cream my cock, doll, want to see it drip.” your orgasm crashed over you with a scream that ripped your throat, your thighs shaking as she rammed into you over and over again so harshly you felt like bruising, felt her on your cervix. “that’s it. good girl. good. fucking. girl.” she grunted in between thrusts, fucking every last and single drop of cum out of you.

your whole body was felt boneless and exhausted by the time your high had come to an end and abby had pulled out, watching your cum soaking her strap and dripping down onto the sheets.

and when she looked into your eyes, she knew that it wouldn’t be the last time you two would do this.

-

a/n; 🎀 want her to use me as her little doll<3

[brunetttebaby]

okay but pervy abby with a sweet, naive reader who doesn’t know what she does to her :(

im horny asf right now; this may be slightly self indulgent.

you walk around in pretty little frilly skirts, fully unaware that abby stands behind you, admiring how pretty your ass looks:((

she always sneaks into your room when you’re in the bathroom, digging in your dirty clothes to find a pair of used panties, putting them in her pocket for safe keeping !!

later that night, she watches you fill your sweet cunny with your small fingers; bringing your panties to her nose, her fingers teasing her clit through her boxers. god, was she thankful your window faced hers 𝜗𝜚

she did this for months, and you never seemed to notice how slowly but surely, all your panties would go missing! >:( you’d complain to her about the problem, and she’d pretend she didn’t know what she was doing !!

during hot summer days, she’d sit outside with you, filling your tight hole(s) with her thick fingers. you’d whimper and whine, squirming n sayin’ “it’s too much, abs! can’t take it!!”

“aw, yes you can, my pretty little slut. i’ve seen you take your own; baby.”

you, too fucked to ask what she meant by that, arched your back as she played with your nipples. her goal was to be the first to make you squirt, fucking you sooooo deep !!

you gush around her fingers, yelping and squealing. oh god, you squeezed her so tight. “fuck, baby. gonna take my fingers off clean, hm?”

she brought her fingers to her mouth after guiding you through your high, cooing and rubbing your clit sweetly. you tasted so good, she couldn’t help it !!

after all, you’d be her pretty slut forever. 𝜗𝜚